Indignation lends her wings,
And the oil-can, too, she brings.
Now, with mingling joy and wrath,
She gives each a shower-bath—
First to Plish and then to Plum,
Shower-bath of petroleum!
Of the effect that might be wrought,
Madam Mieding had not thought.
But what presently took place,
Right before this lady's face,
Made her shut her eyes, so dazed
That she smiled like one half crazed,—
Drew a heavy sigh, and soon
Gasped and sank down in a swoon.